She smiles and looks up, placing her flour-covered hands on her apron and dusting them off. "Ned?"
"Oh good, you're in here."
"What can I do you for?"
He gives her a sheepish look and a small smile. "Well," he tells her. "The thing is... I was wondering..."
"Are you able to cover for me? I forgot to get Olive a birthday gift and-"
"It's Olive's birthday?! Oh God. Can we split a gift? I'll cover if you put my name on whatever you get for her." She pauses and puts a finger to her lips.
Ned grins. "Of course."
"Or," she adds, "Better yet, I could buy her something. From both of us, I mean. She'll never suspect a thing if I'm out. You leaving in the middle of a shift might raise more questions."
"You would do that?"
"Of course. I think my taste lines up with hers better than yours does, anyway. I'd be doing all three of us a favour."
"Don't get seen." Then Ned grins. "Have I ever told you how awesome you are?"
"You can tell me again. Refresh my memory."
He wets his lips with his tongue. "You're amazing, Chuck."
A pleasant warmth fills her. She moves away from Ned quickly, searching, almost frantic. "Help?"
"Plastic wrap?" he asks. "Over there."
She glances back at him, a smirk on her face, and then moves over to where he gestured. A moment later, she holds up her treasure. "Plastic wrap," she confirms. "We've got a lot of wrapping to do today."